Breathing, thinking, being, but still feeling nothing but blankness, coldness, and void,
Memories are the only things you can recall of the times when it was life that you enjoyed,
A jaded coinscions slowly and painfully ate away your purity,
Just to think what killed you inside, made it impossible for you to ever cry agian, what made reality fade and finally die, was once nothing more than a simple insecurity.
You hated everything you couldn’t control,
Now its your pain, suffering, and life you’ve gave up trying to console,
Nothing thats been done will ever be jusified, whens its all over, everything you do is everything you’ve done,
It seems to you that your life has ended just before it begun.
Finally admitt it to yourself, your entire life was a secret, you whole exisitence just a lie,
You can’t sleep at night, you dream about it, your coinscience eats at you, you can rest without it, its behind each tear you cry,
Demented illusions that keep blurring your perception, making it a living hell inside your mind,
Your suffering that causes the thoughts of crucificion, the blood you’ve bled in a sad attempt to take away the pain, just wash it all away, those are the thoughts that create the shadows you spend each day hiding behind.
Stop asking yourself if it will ever be okay,
And telling yourself that pain can be washed away,
Its not everyone else that your trying so hard to convince,
Admitt it, you’ve died inside, and you haven’t been the same since.
Its only making your life seem longer if you keep looking forward to the day you leave this world completely,
Until its best you be annomous, another lost cause, live and speak discreetly,
Tell yourself that your alone, you are when it comes down to it, no one knows whats its like to be you, to feel how you feel, to have bled the same blood, shed the same tears, died the same death, felt the same pain inside,
Live your life the way you percieve it, the way you portray yourself alive when your dead only you can decide.